Menoportable [men-oh-port-able]; the condition of adaptability

Oh boy. Those of you who read yesterday's post will be prepared for the little bit of menoloop that is about to splash all over this page... 'scuse me whilst I face the wall for a minute ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. I'm okay. I am an adaptable little buddy.

That bizzo with the roof over the Hutch and its stair pals? Boy has that taken a spin. Suffice to say, I needed to be sure of my 'ground'. Started researching  (and most of you know I'sa not-so-paltry sniffer-outerer) and the thing grew like topsy. Turned out there is not only a Housing (Scotland) act of 2006, it is there because of the Tenement Act of 2004, and both came about because of the aging of Scotland's tenements and the severe lack of care and attention that many of them get. Whilst many, perhaps most, are privately owned, it does not mean that council is hands off. There is an equivalent of 'duty of care' for such places and owners are responsible for it. It's all there in (very lengthy) black and white print.

Which is all very common sense really and pretty much what I expected, to be honest. However, I needed to do this because if one is going to go into battle, one had better be jolly well armed, trained and backed up with full force. Talk about learning curve.

Cutting the story short, I called a meeting of owners last Friday evening. Two did not attend. The four present were sufficient for quorum and, in and around lots of letting off steam and my continual, quiet reiteration of the guidelines which keep us within guidelines, there was agreement and togetherness by close of proceedings. Full minutes taken, printed and signed, letters to various parties created, actions to be taken understood. We four, at least, parted with smiles and a sense of understanding that working together is the way to go.

Methinks I may be able to rub off some of my adaptability upon them - but I may need some wall-screaming time in the process. It keeps me sane; and adaptable.

End of menoloop. Thanks for listening.

MenoSundays; Life Lived Lovingly

Easter Sunday came and went, here at the Hutch. At the end of the day, I was left pondering; news of North Korea, news of Syria, news of Turkey... verbal attack from a neighbour as I try to sort out the repair problems. There was a comment left by 'Peppylady' on the Easter post about how there seemed to be a lot of 'angry out there'. I couldn't help but agree. The mood was not helped by the climate (wet, windy and cold), nor by a couple of programs I chose to watch. They were good productions, intelligent and informative; but they were somewhat draining, borderline traumatic.

We must be informed, we must take notice. How not to become overwhelmed, though? How not to curl up in a ball and bawl???

A little bit of me wanted to do that. A small sense of despair ... disgust? ... was setting in, tears were welling, heart was swelling. So often that tired old accusation has been cast at me, "what God can allow this to happen? How can you believe in God?" The answer is easy. My concept of God is not what people think it is. Besides, it has nothing to do with God or any concept which is represented by use of that appellation.

It does have everything to do with humanity and the lack of it. A rather weak analogy (but all I can come up with at the moment) is that of the parent who does everything they can for their child, living and modeling all the values considered 'good', only to find much later that the person they produced has gone on to live a life of debauchery or thievery or thuggery... who is to blame, the parent or the person who commits the erroneous behaviour? Conversely, there are countless tales of children rising out of very poor examples of parenting and social background, making good and positive contributions to the world. This is not done by 'God', but by humans living their lives.

That said, it is the concept of something greater than us which can be uplifting, anchoring, balancing and protective. To have a strong and positive philosophy  and purpose for taking action in any given day is what keeps the world turning.

I am not talking doctrine. Doctrine is what gets God a bad name all too often. Doctrine is what has permitted far too many men over history to commit animal acts and pass them off as being the will of God, when it is NOT; it is the carnal will of beasts, wrapped up in personalised extrapolation. Man's interpretation of the pure philosophy of beingness, the anthropomorphisation of spirit. "God" is not a he or a she or even an 'it', but we are so limited in our capacity to comprehend That, we are forced to bring it down to our level. The philosophy of spirit gives us all something to live up to. If we fail and fall, who is to blame?

There I was, pondering all this. Faced with warring neighbours in a tiny tenement in a tiny town in a tiny country, I couldn't help but think there was a correspondence with the greater world. That lady over the way who appeared to be attacking me out of anger was put off kilter by finding that I did not cower, did not back away, did not raise my voice in return. Instead, I spoke gently, inquisitively, firmly, and standing my ground on the matter. I kept moving towards her, one slow step at a time, until we were standing in her doorway and not mine; after some minutes, we parted with civil goodbyes and an admission on her part that it wasn't really me she was angry with. My observation throughout (not voiced) was of a woman shaking with fear; her response to fear was to attack. Confrontation does not have to mean aggravation or escalation.

The attempt to bombard was defused by Love. Do not mistake this for meaning small love, or even liking that person. I called on that Higher Essence within which is the Essence in All. The training of the mind which has been undertaken over these past decades was finally paying off. A test of the philosophy I live by is under way. I pray to That which is Greater than me that I can pass.

As the world twists and turns on itself, as neighbour countries 'across the way' agitate and blow smoke, as populations tremble, the question arises as to whether we have the leaders who understand the pressure of Love over the bullying of bombs. I pray to That which is Higher than us that we do...

Menorise [men-oh-rIse]; the process of inculcation.

"Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts."
(S. Kierkegaard)

© Yamini Ali MacLean